Elvis is now fully sponsored – with many thanks to Richard and Donna Mackey!
Hi, I’m Elvis! I hail from the island of Seram in Indonesia – although most folks call me a Moluccan cockatoo. A long time ago I was caught in the wild. What a sad day that was! One day I was flying free and the next I was trapped, sent on a terrible journey, and put in a cage – the first of many. My life wasn’t easy. Each time I started getting used to my new flock I was sent to a new one. I didn’t mean to be any trouble, but it seems that my new flocks didn’t like the way I talked or sang or played.
In my last home, I got to eat lots of pasta and olive oil. Gosh, it tasted good, but I didn’t realize how bad it was for me. When I got to the refuge the doc said I was a very sick bird. They didn’t expect me to make it, but I did! The doc was great – she didn’t give up on me. When my new friends told me that the refuge was a home for life, I was determined that I was going to get well. Even though I’m over sixty years old, I’d love to live for another twenty years or so.
Being old is a bit of trouble. Just like happens with some older people, I’ve gone blind from something the doc calls macular degeneration. I have to live in a cage, just to make sure I don’t get injured. However, I don’t need my sight to know that I’m a pretty good looking bird these days. I’ve got wonderful feathers, and my feet are no longer swollen and aching. I can hang on to my cage branches really good! My new friends give me cardboard boxes to chew up, and little stuffies to pull to pieces. Pretty good for an old guy, huh? Maybe you’d like to sponsor me and help me continue to have a wonderful life!
Pasta isn’t good for birds ?? Oops ! ( guilty look ) guess I better stop that !